Cant. ii. 2.
As
the lily of the valley,
White
and pure and
sweet,
As
the lowly violet trodden
Under
wandering
feet;
As
the rose amidst the briars
Fresh
and fair is
found,
Heedless
of the tangled thicket,
And
the thorns
around--
As
the sun-flower ever turning
To
the mighty
sun,
With
the faithfulness of fealty
Following
only
one--
So
make me, Lord, to Thee.
J. Tauler
